I sit at the house table and look at the food in front of me. I can't remember last night.
"Harry? Hun, are you alright?" Hermione is so kind to me. I hurt all over and I woke up with blood on my sheets again.
"No Hermione."
"Is there something you need?" Her voice is so soft, like rabbits fur. Her hand caresses mine as she leans across the table. I look her in the eye and I can feel tears fall down my face.
"What's going on?" My whispered question causes a chain reaction in almost everyone at the table. Even the first years way at the opposite end of the table stop to look at me. "What's going on?"
